I am from my mother and father. 

    For my nose is his and my eyes resemble her brown ones. 

I am from the books that have captivated me throughout my childhood and my teenage years.

    At 6, I watched the velveteen rabbit be transformed into a real one, and I learned that love can change you. 

    At 13, I was alongside Huck as he reunited with Jim in Kentucky, and I learned the importance of friendship between people from different backgrounds. 

    At 16, I weeped with Lizzie as Mr. Darcy confessed his love for her, and I learned that love can be as infuriating as it is blissful. 

I am from past lovers. 

    Their admiration boasts of me, but as young love often goes...

The heartbreak that stemmed from what was once infatuation ultimately caused the demise of my pure heart. 

I am from different people, and different experiences. 

From the moment I was conceived up until my burial,

    I am, and will continue to be a mosaic of the variety of emotions I’ve felt and souls I’ve met.